Disclaimer: Please don't sue. I don't own POTO... All I own is an overactive imagination.
Summary: ErikRaoul slash fic.
Warning(s): homosexual content, slash!
Pairing(s): ErikRaoul
A/N: Wasn't that last chapter insane! Yeah, so this is the chapter that makes the rating M, just to let you know. And might I say, way M rating. So, if you don't want to read smut, you really shouldn't read this chapter and I'd make it less smutty, but there's been way too much teasing of Erik and Raoul that I don't think it could be written any other way. I remember how bloody hard to write this sex scene was. I had to stop every once in while because my brain would turn to mush and I remembered how much I couldn't write sex scenes too well (too much squee-ing, I can't concentrate). I think I had a couple of nosebleeds trying to write this one.
It's smut and fluff all rolled into one chapter! (So, OOC-ness ensues)
Last Chapter!
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Pass Time: Falling-Completely o-
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By: Lucifer Rosemaunt
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Last Time: All hell breaks loose. Erik loses a couple years of his life when he sees that Raoul is about to be killed. He gets pissed off when he thinks Robert did kill him and then Christine gets her throat cut. Robert manages to get out unscathed only because Raoul stops Erik from killing him.
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Raoul said nothing as Erik carried him back down into the cellar. Back where the whole ordeal started. It wasn't as though he didn't want to say anything. He just didn't know what to say. He didn't know what exactly Erik kidnapping him meant. Erik wasn't holding him roughly; in fact, his touch was gentle, almost caressing. He desperately wanted to hope that everything would turn out okay.
He was startled out of his thoughts when Erik placed him on a bed dropping his cane beside him. Raoul watched Erik's back as he moved through the darkness lighting candles around the room.
He took a moment to look at his surroundings. The last time he'd been here, he'd been delirious with fever, but he was certain that it wasn't this bare. At least the broken shards of glass and ruined furniture were also gone. There were black curtains hanging and the candelabras were still standing prominently. However, nothing else adorned the room besides the bed and a table. Raoul watched as Erik finished lighting the candles. Returning to the bed, Erik sat as far from Raoul as the bed allowed and placed his head in his hands. Raoul bit his lip. Erik had yet to look at him once in the whole trip, and he hadn't spoken a word either.
Erik needed to catch his breath. His lungs were burning and it felt as though he had broken more ribs. He couldn't do this right now. He couldn't handle this. He didn't want to handle this situation. It was too much. He had wanted Raoul for so long and now that he had him, he wasn't sure what to do. Now that the pain was distracting him, he couldn't even think.
That was really just an excuse though. Erik was used to pain. He was used to physically hurting. He was used to using his body to its limits. He could ignore the pain easily. What he wasn't used to was feeling such overwhelming relief. He wasn't used to caring about what happened to people. He wasn't used to loving so much that it hurt more than his physical wounds. He had died with Raoul on that stage. It was what had him out of breath. It was what was drowning him. He had really thought Raoul had died on that stage. When Raoul had spoken, he didn't believe what he had heard at first. He couldn't believe that Raoul was really alive, not when he had almost already accepted it. Not when he had a purpose and though it involved killing people, Erik had been fine with that.
Now, he was back to not knowing what to do. He wanted to touch Raoul so badly to make sure he was real, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He already carried the blonde down to his cellar knowing that Madame Giry would be angry, but it wasn't enough.
He so badly wanted Raoul. To take him right there and then and forget about the consequences. But there would be consequences. Erik wasn't sure what would happen if he lost Raoul again. He could only fall in love so many times. This love was breaking him.
Without turning around, Raoul stated in a neutral voice, "You killed Christine."
Raoul wondered at the statement. Saying it aloud made it seem more real. He had thought about killing Christine. That particular thought had actually been the reason he had almost died. He had wanted to kill Christine for cheating on Erik with Robert. He could have walked away. He could have just let things be. But he wanted to kill her at that moment and nothing else mattered besides killing her. Now, seeing how Erik had killed her without even the slightest hesitation, he wasn't certain he could have done it. He wasn't sure he wanted her dead now. She had done horrible things to him including almost killing him, but now it seemed too much to want her to be dead. Raoul stared at the candles letting his thoughts take him away.
"You killed her," Raoul stated again this time accusingly.
Erik had flinched the first time Raoul said he killed Christine. Of course, the Vicomte would be opposed to killing a woman. Erik was not opposed to killing anyone. Christine had caused him so many problems already. Having her out of the picture seemed the only humane thing to do really. If he wanted to have a life unfettered with complications, eliminating Christine was the only thing he really needed to do. Now, even after slitting her throat, she was causing him problems.
The second time Raoul said he killed Christine, Erik stood up and walked in front of Raoul blocking his view of the candle he had been staring at. Grabbing Raoul's face rather roughly, Erik leaned down and kissed him hard. Raoul resisted and tried to push him away but had no leverage. Erik stopped though. He looked at Raoul and couldn't help but feel the slightest bit of relief. Raoul was alive and more or less well. Erik knew all about the leg, he'd seen it when he had saved the Vicomte from his estate. He was glad to discover they hadn't needed to amputate. The look Raoul was giving him at this moment was one of defiance. He hadn't wanted that kiss. It didn't matter if Raoul now hated him; he was alive.
Erik turned his back to Raoul. He was lying again. It did matter if Raoul hated him. It was the only thing that really mattered. He didn't know what to do.
"You killed her," Raoul said louder.
Erik didn't want to turn around and see the face of the man he loved more than life itself look at him with hatred.
"You killed her," Raoul repeated.
Erik turned around this time and yelled back at Raoul, "Yes, I slit her throat."
Raoul flinched. He looked at Erik sadly. He didn't want to fight with him. He wanted to be with Erik, but Erik had just slit the throat of someone he had been with and had been in love with. "I know she was cheating on you, but you didn't have to kill her."
Erik looked at Raoul in confusion. "What are you going on about?"
"Why don't you kill me already?" Raoul implored, "Stop this game that's been going between us. Stop the pain you keep giving me. Just stop."
Erik moved closer to Raoul, but Raoul shook his head. Staying rooted in his spot only by pure restraint, Erik replied in frustration, "There is no game."
"You just want to hurt me." Raoul's eyes were starting to tear. He didn't want to cry, but it just hurt. He had to stop the pain. Raoul knew he had promised to himself to be truthful but after what he had just seen, he had to say it. "You don't love me. I don't love you. Why can't you just leave me alone?"
Erik looked sympathetically at Raoul. "You're wrong on both accounts. You shouldn't lie to me."
Raoul looked up defiantly, "I'm not lying. I don't love you."
"That's not what your letter said," Erik replied.
Raoul turned his head away. The letter. In some ways, he had always known what was in the letter. When he had decided to stop lying to himself about his feelings, he realized what he had written in it. That night of the masquerade was a blur. It was something Raoul had wanted to suppress deep in his memories, suppress it so much that he would forget. He had managed well enough to do so. Unfortunately, forgetting also meant having to learn it all over again. Raoul had discovered that night that he had loved the Phantom of the Opera completely. He had fallen in love with not just the idea, not just the music, but everything about Erik, everything that made Erik who he was. It included the good things as well as the bad. He had realized what he had to do. He had to admit to himself that he loved Erik and had to stop lying about it to himself. That also meant he had to let Erik love whomever he wanted to love. However, some stubborn part of him hadn't wanted to admit defeat just yet.
"You said you loved me so much that you understood if I loved Christine." Erik commented. He looked at Raoul wanting to move towards him but restraining himself.
Raoul still had yet to face him.
"You asked me if I wanted you to leave Paris. At my request, you would. You were going to leave Paris so that you wouldn't get in the way." Still no response. He started tentatively, understanding he would have to reveal much more of himself than he had ever revealed to anyone in his life. "Do you know, I was afraid you'd left when I first read the note? I didn't know what to think. I hadn't responded to you, but your house had burned to the ground. You would confess your love for me and then leave?"
Raoul couldn't stop the tears from falling. He'd been willing to give up everything that night. It would have been the noble thing to do really. Instead, he forced himself to forget and had everything taken from him. More like stolen from him.
This time, Erik did move. He sat beside Raoul. "You said you loved me. Yet, you want to deny it now?"
Erik placed his hand on Raoul's shoulder. Feeling suffocated, Raoul shrugged off his hand and stood up quickly knocking the cane onto the floor. He lost his balance, but luckily, Erik was quick enough to stand up and steady him.
Raoul was grateful, but Erik wasn't letting go. In fact, Erik moved so that they were standing face to face. Erik waited expectantly.
Raoul had had to relearn everything about lying to himself. Had he not, he would have delivered the letter himself and faced the consequences. He could have avoided the fire incident, the burnt leg, and the heartache. He couldn't lie to himself anymore. He had nothing else to lose. He had already lost it. "I love you," Raoul finally looked Erik in the eye. There was no deep emotion when he said it though and Erik was uncertain how to react. "But it means nothing."
"How can you say that?" Erik feared that Raoul was lost to him. Raoul wasn't so empty. Raoul was supposed to be vibrant, passionate, thrumming with life. The person who stood in front of him was none of those things. He seemed more defeated and desolate. Erik wanted to shake some sense into him. His hands that were holding the Vicomte's arms tightened.
"You slit the throat the woman you love!" Raoul yelled. He couldn't believe how dense Erik was being, "Don't you see something terribly wrong with that?"
"No," Erik said finally understanding, "I slit the throat of the woman who tried to kill the man I love. I slit her throat because she had tried to kill you. I'm sure it was her idea of fun to sick her lapdog on you tonight."
Raoul shook his head. He couldn't believe it. He wasn't sure if he could let himself believe.
Erik let go of Raoul's shoulders when he knew the Vicomte would be able to stand by himself. He gently took Raoul's hands and looked at the damage done. Raoul stared at the gentleness of how Erik held his hands. Transfixed on their hands, he watched as Erik brought them up to kiss each hand. He knew he was blushing, but he couldn't help it. He couldn't even move. Erik let Raoul's hands rest on his shoulders so that Raoul was partially embracing him. Erik genuinely smiled at him, and Raoul couldn't help but smile back. He had never seen such an open expression on Erik's face before. It was enchanting.
Leaning in, Erik whispered in Raoul's ear, "I love you and only you."
Raoul's answer was immediate and filled with the fervor Erik expected, "I love you, too."
Then, Erik did what he had been wanting to do since that night of Don Juan Triumphant. He kissed Raoul. He savored the moment and increased the pressure of his lips. He felt his heart clench when Raoul tightened the grasp around his neck and practically melted into the kiss. Raoul leaned heavily on Erik and couldn't help it as his hands shifted to thread his fingers through Erik's hair.
There was only one problem. Erik was frustrated when he couldn't properly kiss Raoul. He was a bit apprehensive to do so, but he removed his mask and let it drop to the floor. He knew Raoul had seen him without it before and didn't care, but people change. He knew he'd changed. He didn't know how this new Raoul, who had gone through so much, would react. Raoul smiled at Erik radiantly before kissing him again. Raoul's hand reached up to caress his scarred cheek and to his surprise, Erik didn't flinch. In fact, he leaned into the hand.
Erik broke the kiss off and smiled when Raoul whimpered. He had to control himself from kissing the blonde again. The noises that were coming out of his mouth were arousing him to a point that was painful. "Let's move this to the bed."
Raoul nodded and sat down gingerly before surprising Erik by pulling him on top. Erik stopped himself from falling completely on the blonde afraid that he would smother him, but Raoul was having none of it. Snaking a hand behind Erik's neck, Raoul pulled him in for another kiss. Erik felt Raoul's tongue probe for entrance and he gladly acquiesced. Forgetting he wanted to keep his weight off Raoul, he allowed himself to lay on him wanting to feel more of his body. Raoul's tongue stroked his tongue rhythmically and Erik couldn't help the moan that escaped. He could feel Raoul smile before realizing that he shouldn't be laying on Raoul so much, but Raoul's mouth was insistent and he was not releasing Erik's head.
Somehow, Erik managed to move them both so that they were fully on the bed before focusing on their kissing again. To distract Raoul, Erik placed a knee between Raoul's legs and started to rub him. Raoul's hands were everywhere on his body, and he could scarcely concentrate on what he was trying to do. He showered Raoul's face and neck with kisses as he took the cloak off. He made certain to kiss the knick on Raoul's neck hoping to take some of the pain away. Unbuttoning the already tattered shirt, Erik's hand caressed Raoul's chest. Kissing Raoul on the lips again, one of Erik's hands focused on a nipple. Letting his thumb rub circles around the already sensitive skin, Raoul moaned louder.
Raoul was having a sensory overload. He knew he was rubbing himself on Erik's leg wantonly but when Erik stopped his ministrations to watch him, he couldn't help himself when he saw the raw desire in his eyes. Seeing Erik with that expression was a surprising turn on for him. However, Raoul managed to contain himself long enough to realize that he was already half naked and Erik had yet to undress.
He leaned forward and coaxed Erik out of his shirt before placing a kiss on Erik's scarred cheek and trailing down his neck. When Raoul realized he couldn't go lower, he was disappointed at their awkward position, but he managed to push Erik onto the bed. Raoul took off the last vestiges of clothing on him and watched as Erik did the same. Before Erik could move, Raoul had rolled onto him. Raoul couldn't remain on the bottom for fear that this was all some cruel dream again.
Straddling Erik, Raoul ground their hips together causing wonderful friction that sent jolts down his spine. It felt too good to be a dream though. Skin on skin friction was incredible and Raoul was so aroused he couldn't help but grind harder into Erik's hard erection. He flinched when he hit his left leg on the bed, but before Erik could react, Raoul was kissing him fervently. Raoul couldn't believe how hot Erik looked underneath him. He also couldn't believe how good it felt; whatever pain he felt in his leg was nothing compared to the pleasure of the moment, and he tried to convey that sentiment to Erik.
Erik wanted to close his eyes and revel in the intense pleasure, but watching Raoul look euphoric was almost enough for him. The blonde looked so sexy with his eyes half lidded and mouth partially opened as he ground their hips together. Erik immediately worried when he saw Raoul flinch. But then, Raoul was kissing him with his hot mouth trailing kisses down to his chest and latching onto a nipple.
Raoul paused in his efforts when he saw Erik bring his fingers to his mouth and started to suck on them. He shifted up without really thinking and began to suck Erik's fingers for him. The surprise on Erik's face was enough for Raoul to know he had done the right thing. Erik drew him away from his hand and kissed him passionately.
Raoul moaned loudly and he felt Erik's hand slide down to his ass. Erik felt Raoul tense as he teased Raoul's opening and he waited until he felt more than heard Raoul's moan before gently probing the tight hole.
Raoul tensed again feeling Erik's thick finger enter him. It was uncomfortable at first, but Erik's other hand was kneading his butt cheek and he was able to unclench. Erik slowly began thrusting his finger in and out waiting for when Raoul would relax. Raoul kissed him on the lips again to urge him to go on. He wanted this. Raoul was just suddenly nervous.
Erik smiled before grinding his hips against Raoul in an effort to distract him when he pushed the second finger in. Raoul moaned and Erik could see the effort it took him to relax. He began to scissor his fingers, stretching Raoul even further.
It was sudden when Erik's fingers brushed against something that made Raoul scream and jerk suddenly. Erik smiled knowing that Raoul was more than ready now. He moved to turn them over but Raoul refused. Erik was a bit disappointed but when he saw Raoul positioning himself over his erection, he knew that image would preoccupy his mind for the rest of his life. He moaned as Raoul lowered himself slowly. Erik threw his head back onto the bed closing his eyes. Raoul was so tight. It felt so good and it was too much to watch Raoul do this. He had to refrain himself from cumming when he had first entered Raoul and it was only sweet torture that followed.
Raoul sat down completely Erik filling him almost painfully. He couldn't help but feel a little accomplished (A/N: "… considering Erik was so well endowed") that he had put that expression on Erik's face. He shifted his hips to accustom himself to the feeling when he heard Erik moan loudly.
Raoul looked down and saw Erik looking at him intently. His blue eyes were a shade darker and intense. Never breaking their gaze, Erik grasped his hips gently urging him to move. Raoul acquiesced. He had a little difficulty lifting up because of his leg but Erik was helping. The movement was slow and precise. They were prolonging the feel. Each memorizing the feeling of being complete.
Their eyes never left the other and the motion sped up slowly. Raoul could feel heat pool low in his belly. He knew he couldn't last for much longer. He didn't want this feeling to end though. He wanted Erik's eyes never to leave him. They were filled with the passion he had wanted turned upon him since the beginning. They provided a warmth that added to how erotic the moment was. His breathing was coming in pants and he leaned forward to capture Erik's lips when he couldn't stand it anymore.
Erik thrust deeper wanting and needing to possess Raoul thoroughly. He couldn't believe how incredible it felt to be inside Raoul. He liked how Raoul didn't turn his gaze away. The blonde was moaning, and watching those lips, Erik felt himself losing control. He wanted to tell Raoul to kiss him already but he couldn't get the words out. When Raoul leaned forward to capture his lips, he briefly wondered if Raoul had read his mind.
Raoul pulled away and buried his head into Erik's shoulder when he came, the effects of his orgasm falling between their bodies. Raoul's head spun briefly from the intensity of his orgasm. His body felt as though he were floating and having Erik still move within him was making his post-orgasm sensitized body feel all the better.
Feeling Raoul's orgasm, Erik thrust a couple more times as Raoul clenched tightly before cumming inside the blonde.
Raoul lay limply on him panting heavily and Erik didn't want to pull out just yet. He stayed perfectly still reveling in the warmth that Raoul's body provided. Unfortunately, he knew Raoul would be uncomfortable eventually and he had to pull out.
The air was heavy with what heat they had produced with their activities, but Erik knew the cold would seep in again. He shifted their bodies so that they were under the blanket. He made sure he was opposite Raoul's injured leg. He embraced the blonde close to his heart and he was delighted when Raoul practically lay half on him, placing his head on Erik's chest. Raoul fit perfectly in the embrace, his body practically molding itself to Erik. His ribs protested a bit at the pressure, but he ignored it. He had forgotten that he had hurt his ribs completely when they had been having sex. Erik grinned at that and let his mind drift off to sleep. They didn't need to share any words. Not yet at least. Not when everything had been perfect.
Raoul lay sated in Erik's embrace. His mind had finally fallen back down from the clouds and he felt wonderfully boneless. He knew he had been bothered by something earlier but he could swear his brain had completely turned off after their coupling. It was perfect. He was where he belonged.
The sadness lingered deep in his mind though because the pain of separation had yet to be dissolved completely. There were still so many loose ends to be taken care of. Everything was fine for just right now, but Raoul was thinking long term. What would they do once Raoul moved out of the opera house? He didn't want to have random trysts in the cellar of the opera house. He didn't want to hide his love even though he really had no other choice, but he didn't want to have to visit the opera house every time he wanted to see Erik. More importantly though, did Erik really still want him after they'd just had sex? Maybe it was all a part of Erik's grand scheme to get back at him for ruining his plans from taking Christine. The warm arms around him and Erik's words were proof against that though. But what if Christine revealed their presence?
Raoul subconsciously shifted and Erik responded by tightening his embrace. Raoul suddenly realized with a shock that there was no Christine. He remembered what they'd been arguing about.
"You killed Christine," he said warily.
Erik tensed and Raoul was sorry he'd said that aloud. Erik had actually been relaxing and Raoul was certain Erik didn't relax very often. Erik pulled away slightly but Raoul embraced him and held him still.
"We just finished making love and you're thinking about Christine," Erik said tensely.
Raoul couldn't help but grin. Erik had just said "making love." It was an insignificant thing to be so happy about but Raoul couldn't and didn't want to stop the warmth that radiated from his heart when he heard it. It wasn't just sex. They had been making love.
"It's not just about Christine," Raoul tried to reassure him, "The mob will be after you again especially now that Robert has seen you."
Erik still had yet to relax but at least he stopped trying to move away from Raoul.
"So the impertinent twit has a name. You were thinking about her nonetheless," Erik replied. The strain in his voice was still present.
Raoul sighed and tried to reach Erik, "I was thinking about us." When Raoul received no response, he frowned but knew he had to admit this aloud, "I-," he hesitated, "I'd actually been trying to do the same when you came."
Raoul had felt Erik relax a bit when he had hesitated and it had encouraged him to go on. Erik placed his arms loosely around Raoul again.
"Trying to do what?" Erik asked.
"I'd been trying to kill Christine," Raoul said sheepishly.
Raoul could feel Erik tense again but he didn't realize it was from refraining his laughter. Raoul couldn't see the wry smile on Erik's face as he struggled. Had Raoul seen it, he wouldn't have believed that Erik's next question was innocent ignorance.
"What were you trying to do?" Erik asked again, hoping his voice was convincing enough to sound more incredulous then amused. He was glad Raoul couldn't see the expression on his face though he held Raoul closer just to make sure.
"I saw her kissing Robert and thought she was cheating on you after stealing you from me," Raoul rushed through his explanation hoping Erik hadn't really been jealous at Christine, "and all I could think at that was moment was how much I wanted to kill her."
Erik was touched. Even though Raoul had believed he'd chosen Christine over him, he was willing to get revenge for him.
"You were," Erik paused dramatically, "fighting for my honor?"
Raoul finally realized that Erik wasn't angry. "You're making fun of me," he said accusingly. He tried to push himself up to see Erik's face but Erik kept him down.
"I appreciate it," Erik started to laugh, not his maniacal evil genius laugh, and Raoul felt his indignation disappear with the entrancing sound and the surprisingly comforting way he could feel the vibrations move through him. He hadn't felt so close to someone in so long. Raoul wondered if he'd ever felt so content.
When Raoul settled back down, Erik couldn't help but feel the same. Thinking the subject was dropped, Raoul let himself drift to sleep. The problem of Christine hadn't been solved yet but Raoul figured they could deal with it when the time came.
Almost asleep, Erik said suddenly, amusement clearly in his voice, "You were planning to beat her to death with your cane?"
Raoul smiled at his amusement, "Now you're thinking about her?" Raoul mumbled, "She's dead, let's leave it at that until tomorrow."
Erik shrugged his shoulders before stating matter-of-factly, "I didn't kill her. Just took what was rightfully mine." He held Raoul closer to emphasize his last point.
Raoul snuggled deeper in the embrace before he realized what Erik had just said. Sleep completely forgotten, he sat up and forced Erik to do the same. "What!"
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Madame Giry could not believe that Erik had slit Christine's throat when he had said he wouldn't harm her. She was just relieved that Christine was still alive though. She had been able to stop the bleeding long enough for Robert to call a doctor and help. Now, Madame Giry and Robert were waiting outside of Christine's room while the doctor worked on Christine. Andre and Firmin had been banished to their offices after fussing too much. Madame Giry looked over at Robert feeling a little bad for him. Christine's blood was all over his shirt and he looked to be in shock.
Trying to distract him, Madame Giry placed her hand on his shoulder before sitting down beside him. "What happened?"
Robert looked a little fearful at that moment. He looked around before starting shakily, "I was helping Christine move the props when I heard a noise. I had been holding a sword at the time and Christine was sitting down. Christine said it was nothing, but I know I heard something. I thought it was the Phantom of the Opera but I couldn't see anything in the darkness. Then," Robert hesitantly began. He didn't want to say it, but he knew Madame Giry was a scary woman to lie to, "Christine and I kissed."
Madame Giry sighed softly to herself. Well, that would explain why Erik attacked, she concluded before hearing the next part of Robert's story.
"Then, some blonde came out of the shadows and hit us with a cane."
Her eyebrow lifted minutely at his statement. Madame Giry had seen Raoul but she hadn't suspected that he had actually started the whole ordeal. She was a bit surprised.
"He was going to attack Christine again so I stood between them. He didn't fit the description of what the Phantom of the Opera looked like, but he didn't answer me when I asked who he was. Christine looked like she knew who it was so I asked her," Robert continued the next part, feeling shameful again. He rushed through the next part, "She said he was the Phantom of the Opera. He refused to admit it, but…"
Madame Giry cut him off with a quick gesture of her hand. "She said he was the Phantom of the Opera?"
Robert nodded. Madame Giry couldn't believe how stupid Christine was. That girl was just asking for trouble everywhere she went. She shook her head and motioned for Robert to continue.
"I had disarmed him and was about to kill him. You know, for the good of the Opera Populaire of course," Robert tried to defend his actions, "Then Christine yelled. I turned and saw the real Phantom of the Opera holding a cane to her throat."
"How badly did you injure the Vicomte?" Madame Giry prompted. She had seen Raoul and she didn't see too much blood, but she wanted to know for sure.
"So he really was the Vicomte de Chagny," Robert said slowly.
She nodded in response.
"I don't think I injured him too badly. I didn't really check after the Opera Ghost was here. He wasn't moving at all though for a bit there." Robert waited for that piece of information to sink in before continuing. "The Opera Ghost held a cane against her throat and before I could even move he had slit her throat. I didn't even realize the cane had been a sword. He was about to kill me when the Vicomte stopped him. Then he kidnapped him and left when you came."
Madame Giry felt tired all of a sudden. At least, she no longer felt angry. She couldn't believe how many mistakes Christine had made so far. It seemed she had been lucky to even survive this encounter. Threatening Raoul in front of Erik had been a terrible idea. Madame Giry was absolutely certain that Erik was in love with Raoul now. She only hoped he had managed to patch things up between them. The Vicomte was known to be willful.
To her dismay, she had forgiven both Erik and Raoul while Robert had been telling the last portion of the story. She worried for both of their health considering they were both already seriously injured before the scuffle. She stood up deciding to go check up on them when the doctor came out and asked them to enter.
Madame Giry considered just leaving but the doctor insisted and Robert looked like he was going to have a panic attack so she agreed.
The doctor walked them in and assured that the cut hadn't been too deep and she hadn't bled out long enough to be dangerous. Thankfully, Christine was unconscious now.
Christine lay on her bed as though she had just fallen asleep. The tightly wound bandages around her neck were indication that it was otherwise the case.
"Before I put her to sleep, she wanted both of you to stay with her. She's going to be really agitated and disoriented when she wakes up," the doctor told them both.
Robert pulled a chair to her bedside and took one of Christine's hands to hold.
The doctor looked at Madame Giry meaningfully before getting both of their attention, "I have something very important to tell you two about her condition. I will be speaking to Andre and Firmin afterwards of course but you two will need to know this." He waited until both had their attentions fixed on him, "Her vocal chords have been damaged. She couldn't speak when I was helping her, and I do not know if she will ever be able to speak again."
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A/N: Don't forget to R/R (Read and Review)!
I hope it was okay for you. I couldn't get the thought of Raoul riding Erik out of my head for the longest time.
So that's it.
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